<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:32:01.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spencer</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-1536299941099191083</id><published>2009-09-20T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T22:00:21.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, September 21,  2009</title><content type='html'>This blog is dead. Haha. Okay. Its been so long since I posted. due to the hectic schedule which I have over the past months which includes a large amount of time spent on slacking. I feel guilty. O levels is just week away now. I feel somewhat prepared. I dont think I will do well though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today just had tuition. A math tuition. The environment is superb. Everyone is really focused, although there is a small handful of those noise-makers. I always sit at the back. Right at the back. And _____ was sitting with her friends further up front. I always get nervous when ____ is around. I cant focus. why. dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my fellow O levels' mates out there. I wish you all the best. If you think you cant do it and you are going to just do badly, look at me and feel that peace once again. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-1536299941099191083?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/1536299941099191083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/09/monday-september-21-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/1536299941099191083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/1536299941099191083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/09/monday-september-21-2009.html' title='Monday, September 21,  2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-7459409146160609783</id><published>2009-07-17T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T08:28:34.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday July 17, 2009</title><content type='html'>It's friday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had chapel. And Pastor Aaron talked to us about consequences and causes of PRE-MARITAL SEX! Yes! That's the topic that all teenagers always have in their mind. Haha. And though I wasnt really listening. I still managed to learn a couple of things. Such as, SET HIGH DATING STANDARDS! to prevent anything such as going to each other's house! ALSO, GOD MADE SEX FOR MARRIED COUPLES ONLY! AND SEX IS AT THE FAR END OF WHAT A RELATIONSHIP IS ABOUT! ITS THE LAST THING TO DO AFTER ALL THAT DATING! BUT AFTER MARRIAGE! What can I say. The past years of my life in St.Andrew's Sec School was great. I learnt many things. And now, it's like the last year. I am so going to miss this school. What about SAJC? Nah. I got better plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CatholicJC. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Manage me, I'm a mess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-7459409146160609783?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/7459409146160609783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/07/friday-july-17-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/7459409146160609783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/7459409146160609783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/07/friday-july-17-2009.html' title='Friday July 17, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-6843242861258610057</id><published>2009-07-11T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T08:57:35.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday July 11, 2009</title><content type='html'>Haha. Right. Today I went to YPM. It was like only after a few weeks. I dont know why but I just didnt feel like going for the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I saw Vanessa Ching with her RED BAG! It looked good on her. Haha. She was going for the cm rehearsal. Hmm. CM. Haha. I love CM. It was so much fun last time. Aunt Cindy, Clara Ying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway dad's going malaysia tmr for his camp. Hope everything goes well for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O levels is coming soon and I feel........ a sense of guilt. I been playing the past years. Since sec 1. And I dont feel im ready. Oh wells. I guess everyone feels the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-6843242861258610057?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/6843242861258610057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/07/saturday-july-11-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/6843242861258610057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/6843242861258610057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/07/saturday-july-11-2009.html' title='Saturday July 11, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-7305698629157993634</id><published>2009-07-07T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T07:36:17.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday July 7, 2009</title><content type='html'>Well, lets see what happened the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go NCC with shann and bernice and Joy. BUT BUT! In the end i didnt go. I stayed home to study. Sorry guys! :( haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;I didnt have YPMS. Instead after service, I went straight to have lunch with the guys and decided to go home to study! At MOS, We saw valerie ching. Gosh. she cut her hair. now she looks like vanessa. But of course, i can still tell who's who. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back on the bus, i saw this little boy/girl, my as well say toddler, sitting at the front seat with his/her mom. Forget it i shall assume its a boy. He smiled at me and kept pointing towards me. I felt so happy. I hate those lonely bus rides. But, there was this little boy that was smiling at me. Okay you may not know but, I love kids. as in, i love taking care of them. yes. haha. it was awesome. i smiled at the toddler while the car drove off. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&lt;br /&gt;Went to catch transformers. Haha. MEGAN FOX IS SO.... Gosh. But, well who cares. haha. did maths and stuff. I thank God for maths. It can make me go dizzy and high... Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;School, A maths tuition. what else.. I feel so afraid of o levels. I feel tired of studying. Im burning out. What am I supposed to do? No choice but to persevere! Persevere! :D anyway, sam see ( my class' photographer) said he is making a class book on all of us. yeah. and some pics, edited pics. I told him i wanted to be shown hugging emily osment. HOLYKOMOLEY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-7305698629157993634?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/7305698629157993634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/07/tuesday-july-7-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/7305698629157993634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/7305698629157993634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/07/tuesday-july-7-2009.html' title='Tuesday July 7, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-5485582767475841939</id><published>2009-06-25T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T08:23:52.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 25 June, 2009</title><content type='html'>Should I write myself out of the history books,&lt;br /&gt;And mark a place in time&lt;br /&gt;for every chance you took,&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong&lt;br /&gt;I know you've got your life in place&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to take the hint,&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'm sure I'll get the picture,&lt;br /&gt;And stop waiting up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it all comes down,&lt;br /&gt;To a sunrise on the east side,&lt;br /&gt;Will you be there to carry home,&lt;br /&gt;The remains of my wasted youth,&lt;br /&gt;This wasted time on you&lt;br /&gt;Has left me shaking in waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Shaking in waiting for something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-5485582767475841939?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/5485582767475841939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/06/thursday-25-june-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/5485582767475841939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/5485582767475841939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/06/thursday-25-june-2009.html' title='Thursday 25 June, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-8158451413136192917</id><published>2009-06-23T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:51:16.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday June 23, 2009</title><content type='html'>This sounds crazy but I am actually practising to say hi to people I meet and smile more. Lots of people have been telling me that I am very 'dao' and totally looked as though I dont care about things going on around me. I do okay! Just that I dont like to smile a lot and I rather stare at people than say Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the past few days I have been practising. Like, when I was in the car when my mum was sending me for tuition classes, I would stare blankly at a point in my vision and just say, Hello! Sometimes I picture myself in some place with people I know and go, hello auntie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not mad. I am just trying be more friendly. What should I do? HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its really nice to actually talk to my primary school classmate, Amanda Pan. She is so retarded. And both of us have something in common, We hate Zac Efron. Okay, hate is a very strong word. I meant dislike. Haha. And our conversations will always be quite weird and awkward. And also, very random. Like for example, when we were talking about the H1N1 thing, she suddenly went, " What WRONG with the MAGAZINES" or something like that. I was stunned. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am looking forward to the end of O levels and just meeting up with my seniors. Especially YongWen. That guy who keeps asking me to introduce girls to him. As though I know a lot of girls. Oh puh-lease! I am such a good boy. I hardly talk to girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-8158451413136192917?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/8158451413136192917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/06/tuesday-june-23-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/8158451413136192917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/8158451413136192917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/06/tuesday-june-23-2009.html' title='Tuesday June 23, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-153225626397062109</id><published>2009-06-17T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:31:57.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday June 18, 2009</title><content type='html'>(: I've got news from WekaStar.com and I'm really excited. Is our road to fame really on track, leo? I can't believe it. They actually saw our Dear Maria Count Me In (Cover)- OhNo!Firemen video. And they asked if we would like feature our video on their site for a weekly competition. Winning it would lead us to BIGGER Competitions. It's definitely a yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm eating breakfast and typing away, I'm thinking of someone. It's been so long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to cover almost all 8 subjects before the holidays end. Revision! Revision! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope everything works out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;OhNo!Firemen all the way. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-153225626397062109?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/153225626397062109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/06/thursday-june-18-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/153225626397062109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/153225626397062109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/06/thursday-june-18-2009.html' title='Thursday June 18, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-8380126940568546945</id><published>2009-06-07T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T07:03:45.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday June 7, 2009</title><content type='html'>Did'nt attend service today. Had something on. It feels so awkward. I mean, I haven't missed a single service like since the start of the year and now, well it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there will be a football match. 4SA vs 4SB. And I hope we will win. It's 4SA you know, we have to beat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just heard a song. 1234 by Plain White T's. Wonderful song. It was written for his Girlfriend/Wife ( I don't know). I hope OhNo!Firemen can come up with something like that too. And I can sing it to someone I really like/love, probably her ears will bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so glad I found you.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-8380126940568546945?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/8380126940568546945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunday-june-7-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/8380126940568546945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/8380126940568546945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunday-june-7-2009.html' title='Sunday June 7, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-6126522659045739638</id><published>2009-06-05T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:41:35.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 6, 2009</title><content type='html'>If I could find you now, things would get better. We could leave this town and run forever. I know somewhere somehow we'll be together. Let your waves crash down on me and take me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's somewhere else. I hope to see her soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead skin on me fingers. I better rest these few days since I already put in too much time into practising and just fooling around with my guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brand new week is arriving. Shall not waste any time. Time to study hard. And just do a lot of work. Practice with Leonard? Maybe a  few times this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OhNo!Firemen out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where's that missing part of my life? I need to find it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-6126522659045739638?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/6126522659045739638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-6-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/6126522659045739638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/6126522659045739638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-6-2009.html' title='June 6, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-3862337249228663394</id><published>2009-05-30T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:32:31.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 31, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There she was. again. On the other side. She looked really glad listening. When will I ever get a chance to talk to her face to face and spend time with her? As I was walking past her, she didn't notice. I pretended as though I couldn't be bothered. I was so near, yet so far. I couldn't help but think of her as I made my way out of the door. And just left the place quietly. It was drizzling. But who cares. I just wanted to reach home quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for a change. I'm going to shut everything out, staying oblivious to my surroundings and everything else. Time for studies to come first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mingling with people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-3862337249228663394?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/3862337249228663394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-31-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/3862337249228663394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/3862337249228663394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-31-2009.html' title='May 31, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-6569721061819397444</id><published>2009-05-29T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T07:45:19.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 29, 2009</title><content type='html'>If only it was mutual. I mean, I hope it's mutual. I really wish we could grab the stars together while sitting on the moon together. Just you and me. And no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better concentrate on my examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to work hard. I wasted much time before. It's either now or never. Chinese is something I really hope that I will be able to do well. At least a distinction. Hope. Better not hope and start working hard. Left 2 days. Miracles do happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-6569721061819397444?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/6569721061819397444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-29-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/6569721061819397444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/6569721061819397444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-29-2009.html' title='May 29, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-6965059587045843502</id><published>2009-05-27T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:54:45.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 28, 2009</title><content type='html'>Flip Flop. My slippers were singing all the way as I made my way to tuition centre today. Late as usual. However, it was a really funny lesson! My teacher actually said something, and there was just such a huge commotion about it. Hilarous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed attempts at our second cover. Looks like we have to redo again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just this trap there I'm so afraid of falling into. A trap set by you. Please dont make me stumble and fall into it. It isn't the time for anything now. I cannot imagine getting crazy, emotional and just so involved again. But, maybe it is really fate to fall into that trap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-6965059587045843502?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/6965059587045843502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-28-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/6965059587045843502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/6965059587045843502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-28-2009.html' title='May 28, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-5276110295877613673</id><published>2009-05-13T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:45:44.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 14, 2009</title><content type='html'>Now let me look back at the past weeks. Midyear exams. Every paper seems so difficult. But I still managed to finish them. I have to work harder than before, way way much harder. I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to see people sad. Is there nothing that can really make them happpy? cheerful?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cause they are always involved in things that saddens them and this results in them, unable to get out of this "angry" cycle. Where are their friends? Friends can cheer them up right? Or they cant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to observe things around me, surrounding me, going on. It's amazing that people can act as strangers and as if they do not know anyone when they see people they know. Walking past them as though they were never part of their lives at a certain point. Not even a small part like, maybe saying hi? It's really interesting. Friends drifting apart, because of things said and done. Misunderstandings. Or maybe it's just character of both parties? Thinking too much of what was done and the increase in "bad" feelings for the other party. Friendships can really take a long time to build. But all this can just be taken away or destroyed in the matter of seconds. When was the last time you had a good time with your friends? Really. The time you guys actually enjoyed. As in, really enjoyed! Not just smiling, feeling it. Human beings are made in such a way that we have to be with others or else we will feel lonely, sad, all those negative feelings. I hope everyone will be able to maintain good relationships. Lost friendships? Find a way to get them back. No matter how hard you try, it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really a blog for me to blabber on and on~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-5276110295877613673?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/5276110295877613673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-14-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/5276110295877613673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/5276110295877613673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-14-2009.html' title='May 14, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-4700143223015120351</id><published>2009-05-13T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T04:00:06.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 13, 2009</title><content type='html'>What a great day! Morning took phyics paper 1 and then chinese listening comprehension. After that, went to Leonard's house for some time. We made 2 covers. Check yes juliet and Secret Valentine. :D haha. It was quite horrible. I dont know. Having tuition later. Gosh. I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XlVAVhK7HFI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XlVAVhK7HFI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-4700143223015120351?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/4700143223015120351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-13-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/4700143223015120351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/4700143223015120351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-13-2009.html' title='May 13, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-279702140078489676</id><published>2009-05-10T21:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:38:36.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 11, 2009</title><content type='html'>Yesterday some people just told me something. Hmm. I'm a bit shocked. Maybe a little sad. But I will get over it. There will be a way to get out of this mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-279702140078489676?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/279702140078489676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-11-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/279702140078489676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/279702140078489676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-11-2009.html' title='May 11, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-6339100423269358020</id><published>2009-04-29T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:39:08.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 30, 2009</title><content type='html'>Chinese Paper is so easy. Oh my. Good time management. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all make mistakes. I make mistakes. But the sad thing is my mistakes or, mistake, often leads me to being hurt and upset. Something I shouldnt have even started a year ago is bothering me. Also, choices play a part. If I actually thought through carefully, I wouldnt have made this mistake. I probably still going on happy with life. But thanks to that mistake, I feel so down. I hate you, mistake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-6339100423269358020?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/6339100423269358020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-30-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/6339100423269358020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/6339100423269358020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-30-2009.html' title='April 30, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-7945472223762179980</id><published>2009-04-26T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:43:28.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 27, 2009</title><content type='html'>What a great morning today! I didn't go to school. cause i am not feeling well. all the lessons i will miss. oh no. oh well, shall just rest and study at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun. During ypms, we played charades. haha. not bible characters or what. just... ANYTHING! HAHA. also, before that we went to eat... breakfast?? lunch?? i dont know. at treats. I saw vanessa ching. She kept smiling! That's good! haha. All the best for your syf yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, study time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-7945472223762179980?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/7945472223762179980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-27-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/7945472223762179980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/7945472223762179980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-27-2009.html' title='April 27, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-4604598851376260256</id><published>2009-04-22T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T02:32:18.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 22, 2009</title><content type='html'>What can i say. I havent started studying for midyears. my humanities is just so screwed. Im really dead. Oh well, shall start for physics as well as geog. then tmr will be physics and A maths. the day after physics and A maths. and the list goes on. I feel so tired. and weak. I need to make myself study and have self-discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wants to go studying with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I should just study on my own. It's better i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, no more practising of the guitar or what. Just studying. Maybe a few sessions of playing with OhNo!Firemen! at potong pasir jamming studio. Covers up next will be: best of me by the starting line, and skyway avenue by we the kings. I dont know. see what they want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FuturePlan is going down. You have no vocalist! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, recently my tagboard has been spammed by some ANTICHRISTIAN guy called lowell. oh well. he is really vulgar. what can i say? I cant be bothered. I deleted his tags cause it was really vulgar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, take care everyone. work hard. Midyrs is coming. Hoho~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-4604598851376260256?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/4604598851376260256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-22-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/4604598851376260256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/4604598851376260256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-22-2009.html' title='April 22, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-426679598333176837</id><published>2009-04-19T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:48:37.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 18, 2009</title><content type='html'>You two need more training. So.. just practise and maybe try again next time. haha. oh my. what went wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel weird today. Dont know how to describe but... its just not happy and not sad. Half way in between. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God.. why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-426679598333176837?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/426679598333176837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-18-2009_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/426679598333176837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/426679598333176837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-18-2009_19.html' title='April 18, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-9115152995449264160</id><published>2009-04-18T06:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T06:52:15.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 18, 2009</title><content type='html'>"Dont keep waiting, waiting doesnt mean you will get it. Not telling you to *ahem* 2 or 3 at one time. must be smart" said friend A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That really strucked me. It is so true. waiting doesnt = getting. but, something in my heart is like telling me to just be patient. on the other hand, it says, go. Im not sure what i should do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-9115152995449264160?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/9115152995449264160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-18-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/9115152995449264160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/9115152995449264160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-18-2009.html' title='April 18, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-4277090263913775732</id><published>2009-04-13T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T03:33:50.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 13, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh she makes me feel like shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's always something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But I can't get over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;She thinks it's nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Because she's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Everything I ask for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Everything I ask for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And just a little bit more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Everything I ask for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Everything I ask for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And so much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-4277090263913775732?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/4277090263913775732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-13-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/4277090263913775732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/4277090263913775732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-13-2009.html' title='April 13, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-6350705708156999901</id><published>2009-04-12T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T03:33:00.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 12, 2009</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Rachel! :) haha. okay today, i went to watch my first NC16 movie!!!!!!!!! the sniper. omg omg. not bad. haha. anyway, nowadays its like super boring... i cant wait to finish secondary school and just go to a new school. dont know why i still feel that bit of sadness in me. like, i still miss someone. aaah. forget it. God, help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-6350705708156999901?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/6350705708156999901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-12-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/6350705708156999901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/6350705708156999901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-12-2009.html' title='April 12, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-6559014189042803693</id><published>2009-04-09T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:29:14.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 10, 2009</title><content type='html'>Im down. I feel sorry for everything that I ever done wrong. I feel hurt by what others done. I wonder how did I managed to laugh and have fun with people around me, when Im like dying on the inside. Someone please help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-6559014189042803693?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/6559014189042803693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-10-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/6559014189042803693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/6559014189042803693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-10-2009.html' title='April 10, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-3852593159755903600</id><published>2009-04-09T01:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T01:20:54.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 9, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVPQhat9XeM/Sd2voBuhpbI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rTjxXtg1RoY/s1600-h/n75727420763_6968%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322603436815001010" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVPQhat9XeM/Sd2voBuhpbI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rTjxXtg1RoY/s320/n75727420763_6968%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Missing Dollar. Oh yeah. :) haha. What can i say? a group of friends who claimed to be "gangsters" decided to give our "gang" a name. haha. I feel so proud to be in it. HAHA. my gosh. its like super retarded, gang. LOL. oh please. it's more like a group or society of friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boss, We next time go seoul garden again lah. :D go make egg pudding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:( my bag stinks. barbecue smell on my bag. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-3852593159755903600?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/3852593159755903600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-9-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/3852593159755903600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/3852593159755903600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-9-2009.html' title='April 9, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVPQhat9XeM/Sd2voBuhpbI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rTjxXtg1RoY/s72-c/n75727420763_6968%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-4055108797654268916</id><published>2009-04-07T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T04:04:53.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 7, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVPQhat9XeM/Sdsyv5T7tqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NjbJ3NkMLiU/s1600-h/DSC_5169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321903183088039586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVPQhat9XeM/Sdsyv5T7tqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NjbJ3NkMLiU/s320/DSC_5169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like that? ooh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVPQhat9XeM/SdsyE6mWsJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/k2E32r5A16E/s1600-h/DSC_5154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321902444699365522" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVPQhat9XeM/SdsyE6mWsJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/k2E32r5A16E/s320/DSC_5154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aww, awkward position I was in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. Had a rather sad day today though, I cant do A maths. So dead. God, please help me. By the way, thanks Samuel See for the pictures. You are really a good photographer. Thanks. anyway, got to go and finish up my work. oh well. take care all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-4055108797654268916?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/4055108797654268916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-7-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/4055108797654268916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/4055108797654268916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-7-2009.html' title='April 7, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVPQhat9XeM/Sdsyv5T7tqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NjbJ3NkMLiU/s72-c/DSC_5169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-4793697706057110793</id><published>2009-04-03T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T03:01:27.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 3, 2009</title><content type='html'>Haha. Today is sports day. BUT I PON! :) of course. it's so boring. instead we went to jam. andre was playing the bass. leonard and i e guits. lead singer, ko hong. :D :D :D gosh. and we played check yes juliet. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6IEmEHAAc64"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6IEmEHAAc64&lt;/a&gt; HAHHAH. the quality is super bad. what do you expect... phone camera. anyway, i have 2 tuition today.. physics and chinese. so sad. awwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, toodles. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-4793697706057110793?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/4793697706057110793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-3-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/4793697706057110793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/4793697706057110793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-3-2009.html' title='April 3, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-1638260473728567399</id><published>2009-03-31T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T02:34:26.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 31, 2009</title><content type='html'>I finally decided my choices. where to go after secondary school. 1st choice: SAJC. 2nd choice: CJC. 3rd choice: SRJC. 4th choice: Ngee Ann poly ( business studies)............ Last Choice: MI. haha. oh my. those are my choices. of course have to work really hard. but still, God decides where i should be. Of course, do my part to study hard and the rest in His hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-1638260473728567399?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/1638260473728567399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-31-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/1638260473728567399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/1638260473728567399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-31-2009.html' title='March 31, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-6180911654135158851</id><published>2009-03-29T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T01:42:27.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 28, 2009</title><content type='html'>Where are you, God? Where are you in my life? I need you badly. Im going to die soon. Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-6180911654135158851?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/6180911654135158851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-28-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/6180911654135158851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/6180911654135158851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-28-2009.html' title='March 28, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-597254454379635747</id><published>2009-03-27T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T02:52:09.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 27, 2009</title><content type='html'>The "best day" of my life. sarcasm. that day was months ago.. Dont know why someone keep showing up in my mind. :( I cant seem to focus on anything. All the time, it just seems everything in my life revolves around that person. Spencer, wake up. Time to start preparing for your O levels. stop thinking of anything, except your studies and God. Have you ever wondered why are we here? What's our purpose here? I wish I could just go meet God sooner. God, please. I beg you. Take me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole day, i had the song leaving by the starting line up stuck in my head. Please dont leave me without saying goodbye~ Its really nice. Wonderful lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I am the wine, you are the branches. Whoever remains in me and I in him will bear much fruit, because without me you can do anything.  John 15:5]  How true. We are nothing without God. But still, many people fail to see that they need God. Is that our purpose here? To spread the gospel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I feel inspired. I thought about setting up an orhpanage for kids. Providing them education and lodging till they are old enough. Of course not being there all the time, I will get a local to run it and probably visit whenever I can. Im not sure. Haha. Maybe im dreaming. Dreaming is free. But most likely, it should be in Asia... or somewhere near Europe. At the same time, I can reach out to them, with God's help. That will be wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. In the end, dreams may never be true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-597254454379635747?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/597254454379635747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-27-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/597254454379635747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/597254454379635747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-27-2009.html' title='March 27, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-8074452068932721866</id><published>2009-03-24T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T01:50:11.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 24, 2009</title><content type='html'>Can you leave me here alone now?&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hear ya say, that you know me&lt;br /&gt;That I should be always doin what you say&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm tryin to get through today&lt;br /&gt;And there's one thing I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna think about you&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna think about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up here tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Things will never be the same, cause I won't wait&lt;br /&gt;Cause you won't change, and you'll always be this way&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna get through today&lt;br /&gt;And there's one thing I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna think about you&lt;br /&gt;Or think about me&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna figure this out&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna think about you&lt;br /&gt;Or think about nothin&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna talk this one out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I won't let you bring me down&lt;br /&gt;Won't let you shut me out&lt;br /&gt;This time I know, I don't wanna think about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-8074452068932721866?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/8074452068932721866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-24-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/8074452068932721866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/8074452068932721866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-24-2009.html' title='March 24, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-6056685435425002690</id><published>2009-03-23T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T07:26:13.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 23, 2009</title><content type='html'>HAHA. Talked to vanessa ching last night. she said i should be sad about my common test results. haha. though i dont really care cause, nevermind. reasons. VANESSA: Yes. I will be sad. and work hard. and play hard. * said in a reluctant manner* anyway, hows everyone doing today? O levels is really horrible. I hate taking exams. I am so.............. gong to die. nevermind. Always look on the bright side of life. toot toot, toot ~~~~~ toooooot. bad singing. bad singing. since when can i sing? LOL. daphne ang made me call my mom today. cause.. i dint go for holiday lesson just to play HANDBALL. come on. its way more FUNNER. okay bad english. fun. :D handball. smashing balls into nets. even better, into faces of your opponents. I joined floorball and handball for interclass games. whee. gonna be fun. i dont know how to play floorball. but i guess i will just swing and HOPEFULLY, hit someone's face. :) till he or "she" bleeds. notice the "she"? yeah, cause heard lots of nerds and geeks going to be play floorball. I dont know. maybe i shall be nice to them uh? okay. i doubt i will really hit them. since im such a nice guy. anyway, going to muggggggggggg now.. till the sun and moon meet. OH YEAH. wait... is it possible? i dont care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buhbuhbuhbuhbuhbuhbuhbuhBYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-6056685435425002690?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/6056685435425002690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-23-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/6056685435425002690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/6056685435425002690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-23-2009.html' title='March 23, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-6458765846105092750</id><published>2009-03-20T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:12:27.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 21, 2009</title><content type='html'>what can i say? I'm dying on the inside. something happened today, plus many other stuff that went on the past few days. nobody knows what actually.. screw everything. nobody to talk to. i guess im already dead. wish everything would go back to the past. but, it will never happen. im on my own. fight spencer. keep fighting. prove them wrong. always jumping to conclusions. dont even have a single clue to how i really feel on the inside. they dont understand me. im tired. really. tired of everything around me. this is it. im done. im not going to be bothered by anything ever again. leaving all these behind. keep fighting, spencer. tear those who are in your way apart. even if they are close to you. tear them apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-6458765846105092750?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/6458765846105092750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-21-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/6458765846105092750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/6458765846105092750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-21-2009.html' title='March 21, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-2721672175279485249</id><published>2009-03-20T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T08:23:53.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 20, 2009</title><content type='html'>Woke up it was 7, waited till 11 to have my breakfast.Took a shower. And on my way to meet alynna. for our study date. when i reached potong pasir mrt, i decided to wait for her at the mrt entrance... Having not seen her for the past 4 years, i wondered how she looked like. then... this girl popped up. IT WAS HER. haha. it was quite awkward at first like.. we dint know what to say. haha. but then, as we walked to macs together, we talked a bit. and it dint seem so weird after all. haha. sat down.. took our work out. studied.... then we started to talk, and observe people around us. like, we observed this little girl enjoying her meal. she looked so happy. haha. what do you expect, kids. she then said to me, you were once like that. I looked at her, stunned. haha. what? wasnt she once like that too? haha. nevermind. then we started observing lots of things. then........... there was this old man sitting behind me. he started sleeping. he dint move. i thought he was dead. alynna said that we should take a picture of him. but too bad, even before we could, he was awake. haha. it was really funny, talking to her. after a long time of chatting, we decided to leave. i had tuition. she had to go to the airport. her mum is BACK. haha. she really misses her mum. and yeah.. thats abt it. that was the fun part of today. To ALYNNA: I am not gay. :D and stay cheerful. meet up someday soon. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided not to go to physics tuition. tired. after a long day with alynna plus chinese tuition. i decided to stay home. and watch tv. MEET THE ROBINSONS. yes, i know. im slow. but it looks interesting, so i decided to watch. wonderful story. touching. i wanna cry... :/ that's abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-2721672175279485249?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/2721672175279485249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-20-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/2721672175279485249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/2721672175279485249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-20-2009.html' title='March 20, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-8003818445916607040</id><published>2009-03-19T06:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T06:38:51.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 19, 2009</title><content type='html'>Sore throat... Weird Voice..... Headaches... Flu.... Fever... what can be worse? AIDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you thought about when you were gone&lt;br /&gt;and so alone&lt;br /&gt;the worst is over&lt;br /&gt;you can have the best of me&lt;br /&gt;we got older but we're still young&lt;br /&gt;we never grew out of this feeling that we wont give&lt;br /&gt;up ~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in love with best of me by the starting line. amazing song. funny music video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jammed with leonard earlier on. played face down and sleeping with the light on. haha. fun fun. oops, alynna got quite angry cause i dint call her along. sorry alynna. :) ask you along next time alrightie? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those having syf soon...... All the best. :D yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love tight shirts. that shows off the nipples. its really cool. haha. okay, im weird. as in really tight!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! haha. never tried before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's physics lesson. Current blah blah.. cant be bothered. tired. Phone have radiation. Makes your balls sterile.thats what Michael Lim said. my favourite teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got many teachers i like. Mr Lam. Mr Michael. KYM!! these 3 are super funny teachers/dumbass.. one tells jokes. the other makes physics lesson so funny with his crazy, mad scientist behavour. and the last one makes fun of aliens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UIC oh UIC lalalalalalalalala~~~ random. I just heard that advert on the tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta rest more, spencer. you got a study date tmr. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles, sheekalamalima pooshpiaobingbong.... random. ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-8003818445916607040?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/8003818445916607040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-19-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/8003818445916607040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/8003818445916607040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-19-2009.html' title='March 19, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-7223674493071726122</id><published>2009-03-18T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T06:24:55.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 18, 2009</title><content type='html'>sick, tired... a lot on my mind lately. is it really my fault? do you have the right to blame me? you are always blaming others for your mistakes. you never know what you have done wrong. so just shut up. and think. what are your brains for? hello?.. what can i say about you. you are one... sore... ass. thats why nobody likes you on the first day of school in sec1. grow up. you think you are right all the time.. truth is.. No. yeah, that hurts, but too bad. stop being an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my life. luckily, this year is my last year in this school. I hope i dont see you anywhere, anymore. One more time you stare at me during classes or what, you know what will happen to you. Try.. since you always test people to their limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-7223674493071726122?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/7223674493071726122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-18-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/7223674493071726122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/7223674493071726122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-18-2009.html' title='March 18, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-3267494695290801869</id><published>2009-03-17T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T04:23:29.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 17, 2009</title><content type='html'>Hi all. :D today was a long and tiring day.. also, i fell ill. ugh. anyway, in the morning had A maths lesson. gosh. i feel so far behind.... like damn lost. gotta buck up. and then.. i had chemistry. heh. anyway, I won everyone in fifa09. haha. my friends kept taking turns to challenge me. Gosh. i cant believe it lah. haha. I AM VICTORIOUS. on sunday... we had an ypms outing. brought them to sentosa. super fun. haha. we played truth or dare. my sister and her good friend had to do the chicken dance on the beach. but the funniest was when they sang the butterflysong in front of these few.... tourists. haha. what the pok lah. it was hilarious. oh oh. then they went to this lifeguard and keep saying thankyou, we feel safe when you are around us and bla. HAHAHAHAHA. helu dared me to shout that i am gay!!!!!!!!! but, of course i dint. who wanna be known as a homo. man.. then, it started to rain. we had to share umbrellas. i shared with my sister while joy, jessie and rachel shared. later on... joy decided to be "free" and just walked in the rain. jessie then shared with my sis. and i had no choice but to share with rachel leong. haha. then as we walked together, we saw this woman squatting down, with an umbrella. SUPER FUNNY. rachel leong was so amused that she started giggling. I was like, what the pok that woman doing, first thought, china.... cause she looked like she's from china. heh. so thats abt it... we then went home and stuff. that outing was ruined by RAIN!!!!!!!!!!!! i really wish it dint rain. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay ppl. toodles. im tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-3267494695290801869?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/3267494695290801869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-17-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/3267494695290801869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/3267494695290801869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-17-2009.html' title='March 17, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-6729024151646020856</id><published>2009-03-13T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T07:30:09.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 13, 2009</title><content type='html'>Haha. Today was a really fun DAY! school ended at 10.15am. then we went to collect our results. haha. mine was horrible. heh. must work harder. then i went to chinese teacher class wait for yonghui and timo to do their test. andre was collecting his pails from Joanna chew for the ncc camp. haha. joanna chew... lol, when we were sec one we were like so into her. like, my gosh.. she is so hot. but now, HAHAHAHAHA. okay, anyway... then we went to plaza sing for lunch. alastair jerome and an unknown number called me. like kinda lots of times. i dint pick up. sms me, i dint reply. LoL. i already planned not to go for debate match today. in the mornin. haiz. haha... im tired. they were like.. crap. both tried to be second speaker. and "fought" it out. lol? alastair wanted to be so he could be the best speaker again. selfish. jerome wanted, cause he dint want to screw up as 3rd speaker also, he wanted the best speaker. cant they be like me? win for the team and not personal glory? i never eyed on the best speaker award. though i have a chance to win it. but, i was more focused on the the win for the school. i think alastair will win it today. he is way BETTER than jerome. jerome reads........... with a very.. fake accent. super funny. and he stresses on the wrong words. bad reading. bad reading.. haha. alastair looks more professional. i really wonder who replaced me. anyway, there were other problems too. thats why i dint go. dint feel like. anyway, after the movie. we went to play pool. HAHAHA. I WAS THE BEST. yay. i beat VINOTH. dude, u last time own me like.. mad.. now.. hehehehehehe. aw. so sad. rachel leong is sick. she has fever. friends out there, pray for her. :( hahahahahaha. okay. gtg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-6729024151646020856?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/6729024151646020856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-13-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/6729024151646020856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/6729024151646020856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-13-2009.html' title='March 13, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-1785998162847754135</id><published>2009-03-12T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T07:28:54.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 12, 2009</title><content type='html'>Today.. was a really tiring day. trying to rush out my speech. When i was walking home. I just felt this need...and want to meet God. and just... escape from all my troubles. and life. i cant wait to meet God. haiz this world is corrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest love that anyone could ever know&lt;br /&gt;That overcame the cross and grave to find my soul&lt;br /&gt;And 'til I see You face to face&lt;br /&gt;And grace amazing takes me home&lt;br /&gt;I'll trust in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all I am&lt;br /&gt;I live to see Your Kingdom come&lt;br /&gt;And in my heart I pray you'd let Your will be done&lt;br /&gt;And 'til I see You face to face&lt;br /&gt;And grace amazing takes me home&lt;br /&gt;I'll trust in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will live to love You&lt;br /&gt;I will live to bring You praise&lt;br /&gt;I will live a child in awe of You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the voice that called the universe to be&lt;br /&gt;You are the whisper in my heart that speaks to me&lt;br /&gt;And 'til I see You face to face&lt;br /&gt;And grace amazing takes me home&lt;br /&gt;I'll trust in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You alone are God of all&lt;br /&gt;You alone are worthy Lord&lt;br /&gt;And with all I am my soul will bless Your Name~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-1785998162847754135?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/1785998162847754135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-12-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/1785998162847754135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-696352560730840416?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-3641348009408352883</id><published>2009-03-10T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:04:23.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 11, 2009</title><content type='html'>Good morning. (: its 11 am now.. im not in school. tired. haha. anyway! Talking to shiri now. she is like making fun of me. damn.. Girls. tsk. SHIRI STOP SAYING I LOOK WEIRD! wth lah. anyway.. so much things to do. i thank God for the march holidays. heh. but i still got school. so.. yeah. :/ EUNICE TAN AND I are talking!!!! my primary schoolmate whom i lost contact for 3 years. we finally started talking again. so fun. haha. im bored. dont feel like doing anything. Geography........ volcanoes. blah. i forgot everything. how can i go take o levels? haha. anyway... i just realised today got people having e learning day... Yeening, Shiri. but not jasmine. JASMINE CHAO. you are the bad girl lah... use laptop in shcool talk to ppl on msn. she is the best. lol. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye people. Jesus you're my superhero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-3641348009408352883?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/3641348009408352883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-11-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/3641348009408352883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/3641348009408352883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-11-2009.html' title='March 11, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-1077504903595382583</id><published>2009-03-10T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T04:24:04.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 10, 2009</title><content type='html'>hehe. march 8 was my birthday. i was so happy. that day, i went to celebrate with my friends. :D they were so nice. haha. En lai as there too. He born on the same day as me too! 8 march 1993. HAHAHAHA. cool LAH! anyway.. yesterday, i wanna die.  i feel super down. wish had someone i could go to. anyway TODAY! lol. boring day. right now, im listening to... relient k's be my escape acoustic version. they are very good. haha. im sad about a few things. few of my friends are leaving church to another church. I really hope God tell them otherwise. but... God has his plans. heh. VANESSA CHING!!!!!!!!! thank you so much. haha. you wished me happy birthday yesterday. you remembered. haha. and yes, we dont really talk to each other! you always so busy. haha. see you in church soon. and yes, i will wave and say hi. i wont ignore you. GAhaha. o level coming. Im going to do well. 6 A1s. heehee. then SAJC. UP BOYS! :D :D :D :D yes...... they sajc school song changed it to up saints. cause there are girls too. darn.... TSK. anyway, SMILE PPL! GOD IS THERE FOR YOU. lalalalala~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-1077504903595382583?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/1077504903595382583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-10-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/1077504903595382583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/1077504903595382583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-10-2009.html' title='March 10, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-3806507730813014000</id><published>2009-03-04T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:46:44.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>march 5, 2009</title><content type='html'>haha. the past few days was retarded. shan and charis keep asking me to edit my post ( on march 1... i think? the one with the hot girl) and stuff. I dont MEAN ANYTHING. IM NOT SAYING SHE IS UGLY. RAWR. haha. i was just too lazy to type extra lines and sentences... Today school rocks. I BEAT ANDRE IN FIFA09. YEAH MAN! as well as kohong. haha. 3 wins, 0 draws, 0 losses. hehehehehe. thrashed kohong 3-0. and andre, 3-1 and 1-0. hahah. best thing was that he used ac milan and barca. I used Manchester united. gahahaa. well, we played during chinese lesson. who cares about chinese? Also, i skipped CME. Can you believe it?? we still have civics and moral education. are they saying im an asshole? and need help in my behaviour and attitude? tsk tsk tsk. im a good boy okay. haha. and today... i decided! Im going to LEARN HOW TO COOK. :D :D :D :D well.. some ppl think its gay or what but.. i want to learn. oh oh oh. bake too! (: i hate school....................................................................................... Lalala~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-3806507730813014000?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/3806507730813014000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-5-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/3806507730813014000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/3806507730813014000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-5-2009.html' title='march 5, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-8195895010307782350</id><published>2009-03-04T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T06:39:00.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March 4, 2009</title><content type='html'>I woke up. feeling super tired. went to school. and had A maths test. Gosh. damn hard lah. i dint feel like doing it. haha. anyway.. we had Peter Tay to take over instead cause our teacher not in school. nice.... I FELT LIKE I WAS GOING INTO ARMY EARLIER CAN?!!?!?!  *gentlemen, do you understand? * * i show you respect, i expect respect in return..* hahahaha. oh my. super funny. anyway.. THANK YOU SHAN. a faithful tagger. haha. I cant believe it lah. shan, thanks. O levels coming. Im going to cry, die, call police. HEHE. okay. Im still feeling sad over some stuff. haiz. why? why must i face all these.. ugh. God will walk me through this because of His love and faithfulness. Goodnight people. (: my mum is making me noise again.. to ask me to study. hahaha. oh well, shall be a good boy. as i have always been. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-8195895010307782350?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/8195895010307782350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-4-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/8195895010307782350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/8195895010307782350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-4-2009.html' title='March 4, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-4641761502859121171</id><published>2009-03-03T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T04:14:10.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March 3, 2009</title><content type='html'>It's over, it's over&lt;br /&gt;Twelve days later and I can't start over&lt;br /&gt;I left her, she hates me&lt;br /&gt;We've been friends since 1990&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you more than the sun&lt;br /&gt;She's telling me that we're done&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that it's over&lt;br /&gt;I need you more than the sun&lt;br /&gt;She's telling me that we're done&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that it's over&lt;br /&gt;I should've known all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's over, it's over&lt;br /&gt;Three months later but I can't console her&lt;br /&gt;I'm run down, I'm clinging&lt;br /&gt;Left a message, but her phone's not ringing&lt;br /&gt;It's over, so over&lt;br /&gt;The sun is shining but my heart is sober&lt;br /&gt;Pretending I'm alright&lt;br /&gt;Sleep all day cause I stay up all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I need you more than the sun&lt;br /&gt;She's telling me that we're done&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that it's over&lt;br /&gt;I need you more than the sun&lt;br /&gt;She's telling me that we're done&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that it's over&lt;br /&gt;I should've known all along&lt;br /&gt;I should've known all along I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; need you more than the sun&lt;br /&gt;I need you more than the sun&lt;br /&gt;I need you more than the sun&lt;br /&gt;I need you more than the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're telling me that we're done&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that it's over&lt;br /&gt;You're telling me that we're done&lt;br /&gt;It's over, it's over, it's over It's over, it's over, we're done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you more than I thought&lt;br /&gt;This past week I learned a lot&lt;br /&gt;And now you tell me it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I need you more than I thought. This past  week i learned a lot. And now you tell me it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Im tired. Im worn out. I hope I will start to feel better. Today started in the morning.. i woke up. did my usual stuff then went to school. I dint switch on my phone. I dint want to. I didn't do something which i normally do. felt weird. School was normal at least my mind was focusing on something else. Something i found out last night made me sad. I want to cry but its not worth crying. I pray one day Person A and Person B will be together again. Tomorrow A maths test. Better study and not think of anything else. Yup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-4641761502859121171?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/4641761502859121171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-3-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/4641761502859121171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/4641761502859121171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-3-2009.html' title='March 3, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-4745513696133390687</id><published>2009-03-02T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T05:42:50.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March 2, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVPQhat9XeM/SaviL4WW8_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ryuxfpIpHgU/s1600-h/northern_lights_lg%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308585279518864370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVPQhat9XeM/SaviL4WW8_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ryuxfpIpHgU/s320/northern_lights_lg%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God's creations.. are just so beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today... i woke up feeling sad. lost. tired. depressed. all the negative feelings. cause i was thinking of someone. haiz. then the day started to get better.. with pe. then lessons. with my friends, i felt better. when sch ended. it was back to the same feelings. I wish i could just leave everything behind me. shall cheer up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To that person, i wish you are fine and still as cheeful as before. i miss you badly, wish everything will be back to the old days. Take care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-4745513696133390687?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/4745513696133390687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-2-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/4745513696133390687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/4745513696133390687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-2-2009.html' title='March 2, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVPQhat9XeM/SaviL4WW8_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ryuxfpIpHgU/s72-c/northern_lights_lg%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-1979341160622688941</id><published>2009-03-01T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:35:25.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March 1, 2009</title><content type='html'>Today was a lovely sunday. went to church in the morning. no ypms therefore just had lunch with friends, including rachel. she must be really bored cause she is the only girl. Sorry rachel. haha. i'll try to talk to you more. anyways... Cornelius dint come. he is sick. how sad. we all miss you corns. also, yesterday i went to have dinner at botak jones with 2 friends. :D haha. we then walked around.. and saw 2 lesbians. one of them... was so HOT. OH MY GOSH. i wanna bake cookies on her. hehe. the other.... was like.. -.- a girl acting as a guy. what do you expect? haha. he reminds me of my classmate jerome. very white. haha. like a sheet of paper. and looks like a rabbit. WOAH! i was like.. is that girl blind? why are all the beautiful girls getting ugly guys and all the hot guys are getting ugly girls? whats THIS! But im an exception, Im a HOT GUY with average girls. maybe slightly more, slightly less than average. haha. I dont care about looks. Okay! Anyway because of this incident, i told myself. the next relationship i go into.. that girl gotta be, my kind of girl. YEAH! :D Aiya.. see what God plans for me. haha. anyway, after that.. i suddenly heard the hot girl calling a woman MUMMY. so did the.. "guy". WTH. they are actually sisters. HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. i was laughing like mad. so did my other two unnamed friends. sorry my unnamed friends, i cant say who you are. if not.. my head will be rolling.. okay. thats all. im going to.. study. ugh. why why why why why why why??? study sucks. well, too bad. everyone goes through it. ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-1979341160622688941?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/1979341160622688941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-1-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/1979341160622688941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/1979341160622688941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-1-2009.html' title='March 1, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-2525524898744316625</id><published>2009-02-27T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:09:24.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 28, 2009</title><content type='html'>Ahh.. Im bored. I woke early this morning. only had.. 6hrs of sleep. i need more. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time I see you I can see right through you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knowing I could never change your mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I look into your eyes for the last time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have realized for the first time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While everyone is around I'll take a moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To let you know that I am down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have all my questions been ignored?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This time I'm walking out the door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know if I'll ever know why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or hear the sound when angel's cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What you said to me late last night I'll remember for the rest of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every night when I close my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see the ways that you've touched my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I want you to know that I'll&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always be right here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time stands still, so do I, leave me here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But for now I will go and I won't say nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time I hear that sound it reminds me that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're always hanging around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have all my questions been ignored?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This time I'm walking out the door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know if I'll ever know why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or hear the sound when angel's cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What you said to me late last night I'll remember for the rest of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every night when I close my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see the ways that you've touched my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I want you to know that I'll&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always be right here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are the days these are the moments that pass us by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We ask the questions but we never really find out why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pull my card right from the bottom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reminds me of the things we've forgotten&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That road trip we look back in autumn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The time we left and went back and got 'em&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are the days these are the moments that pass us by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know if I'll ever know why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or hear the sound when angel's cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What you said to me late last night I'll remember for the rest of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every night when I close my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see the ways that you've touched my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I want you to know that I'll &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always be right here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, Im always right here. for you, that special someone. It's just so hard. That feeling.. When you lose something really important. Treasure everything you love. Dont regret when you lose them. Everything as in.. people, friendships, relationships. Yup.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-2525524898744316625?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/2525524898744316625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-28-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/2525524898744316625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/2525524898744316625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-28-2009.html' title='February 28, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042947353764795198.post-8880636254813783617</id><published>2009-02-27T08:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:17:35.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 27, 2009</title><content type='html'>Haha. This is my my new blog. YAY! :D haha. it looks quite plain. but im a guy. who cares? anyway.. today was a really tiring day. I had my debate just now. Against Unity secondary. We lost by... 0.5 marks! :D WE LOST! :D :D :D :D :D... -.- the judges were clearly favouring the girls. unfair. I PROTEST. well, whats done is done. no point arguing. Girls are always sweeter than guys. Ugh. Anyway, im going to bed now. Goodnight people! ALL the best with whatever you need luck for. :D I love JESUS! yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042947353764795198-8880636254813783617?l=ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/8880636254813783617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/02/spencer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/8880636254813783617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042947353764795198/posts/default/8880636254813783617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballsandnothingelse.blogspot.com/2009/02/spencer.html' title='February 27, 2009'/><author><name>Spencer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03530823529301477095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
